I left the Rifle area and soon found myself in the delightful town of Meeker, which seems like a mix of counterculture and cowboy culture. Here I was able to catch up with the news of the road, at a small coffee shop.
The area between Meeker and Hamilton is prime ranch country. There are a few reservoirs, here and there.
Around noon, I came into Craig, northwest Colorado’s social and economic hub. Craig is more workaday than its more famous neighbour, Steamboat Springs, but has its share of culture. The regional museum is here.
In Carelli’s, a local pizza parlour, student art is proudly put on display.
The last major geological feature in northwest Colorado is collectively called Fortification Rocks. This is a memorial to both sides in the Moffat County Indian Wars.
A short ways up the road, I was pleased to be greeted by two hawks.
Colorado ran out of road, about 40 miles north of Craig, and I was fully in the Great Basin of Wyoming. It was while driving through here that a funk took over, I lost my grip on my emotions, I misstated my feelings towards one of the most beautiful women I have ever known, and I was into the first spiritual lesson of my trip, which has already been discussed ad nauseam, elsewhere. This is not Wyoming’s fault, or hers.
Baggs, the first town I entered in Wyoming, has a small museum, dedicated to the range land of the upper Great Basin.
After blazing through the cloudy, bleakness of the Red Desert, I reached Rock Springs, walked around the historic section of the old rail town and learned the consequences of my emotional outburst earlier in the day.
The scenes of Rock Springs are typical of rail hubs in the Mountain West. It is also a major player in both the coal and shale oil industries.
I could have easily stayed the night in Rock Springs, but the agenda for the following day included both Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks, and I needed to move on.
Passing Fossil Butte National Monument, I stopped to get a couple of views.
The night’s stop was in Cokeville, with supper at Blondie’s Diner, just before closing time. My tired countenance made me sport for a rather raucous individual, who seemed to be the town bully. I ignored his leers and jibes, and he left, with the teen boy who was his only audience, after about fifteen minutes. The meal itself was good enough.
Hideout Motel was needed that night, and was more than up to the task.
It occurred to me that my friend is far more of a woman, than I am a man. Yet there was a tomorrow and I would press on. This is a spiritual journey, and as in Star Wars, the only way is through.
Next: The Bridger-Teton, Cokeville to Afton.
All day on the road day after day can wear you down, and that can take a pretty good toll on emotions as well. Beautiful photos, as always.
It sure did, but with the help of two honest and thoughtful friends, who didn’t mince words, but were loving to me, I put my emotions in check.
There is some wonderful country in that part of the world — west of Grand Junction, the Colorado NP (I don’t remember it’s proper name) is a spectacular afternoon’s drive. And the area to the north and up to Yellowstone is always beautiful. I would agree with Jo — take care of yourself and get a good rest — leave some of the scenery for another trip if you need to. (((hugs)))
There is plenty left for many other visits. The place of which you are thinking is Colorado National Monument. It is breathtaking. Penny and I went there in 1983 and 1985.
Great pictures 🙂
Thank you, dear Eden.
Wyoming has a way of transforming your heart and mind – in good and bad ways. I am so happy for your journey, you are visiting some of my favorite places in the world. They are my favorite because you find yourself left to face yourself and your heart in the face, whether you like it or not. In this part of the country, there is no escaping you.
Have a terrific journey, my friend. My prayers go with you.
I had a marvelous time for the rest of my Wyoming visit. I will be posting more, tomorrow and in days to come. Right now, though, I am sitting outside a closed cafe in Del Norte, one of my favourite towns in “SoCo”.
I am amazed at how you are able to mesmerize on the historic city and at the same time think about your feelings. The pictures are awesome. For something I have heard of the Rock Spring coal. But cannot remember for what.
Both scenery and my emotions are powerful things, Angy. Rock Springs coal was used by the railroads, as it was plentiful and was right on their routes.
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